Chapter 645 RnD (1/2)
The hammer of anvils and the searing heat of metal surrounded Smithant on all sides and she couldn't be happier.
”How do I manage this part?” another carver scuttled up to her and asked.
”Ah, the folding? It's like this… ” she explained the process with care and demonstrated some of the techniques on her own workbench as the other ant watched with laser-like focus.
”I understand,” the carver nodded, ”I'll make an attempt and return to see what you think.”
So saying the ant ran off to her own works.p.a.ce and soon another anvil was ringing in chorus along with the others. It felt so nice to have helpers! It was only weeks ago when she was labouring on these projects by herself! Only weeks? It seemed like a lifetime ago. After breaking through with her Skills and forging the first suit of enchanted ant armour for Leeroy, she'd managed to receive the blessing of the Eldest and, suffice to say, the word of the most important ant in the Colony went a long way toward getting approval.
With more resources at her disposal, and the help to make use of them, the armour workshop of the Colony was now a small thriving community of armoursmiths, dedicated to their profession with the sort of unflinching fanaticism that came so naturally to the ants.
Filled with pleasant feelings and eager to return to her own work, Smithant was more than a little irritated to hear a clamour and rush and a horde of ants descended into the workshop, taking up s.p.a.ce and hauling what appeared to be heavy sacks filled with the unmistakable tinkle of metal on metal. At least they were interrupting her for something worthwhile, she grumbled. As long as there was metal involved, she was interested.
”What has got you lot so riled up?” she demanded as the cavalcade of ants flooded into her works.p.a.ce, covering every inch of the walls and ceiling, taking up defensive positions.
”Sorry for the trouble,” came a recognised scent, ”the generals are a little nervous about this stuff and wanted a full security detail. Forget that the largest soldiers won't even fit in the workshop area.”
”Tungstant?”
The carver council member skittered into the room, poking and prodding at the bags on the ground with her front legs. It was quite rare for the council members to show up here, especially right now.
”I thought you were working on the defences of the three nests… What are you doing here?”
The council member shook her antennae and kept prodding at the bags.
”Because of this stuff, obviously. I've been told what we have here, but I haven't actually seen it. Come on over here and let's have a look, I'm so curious to have a look.”
”What could they possibly bring in that would need this kind of attention?” As curious as she was, Smithant kind of resented having so many of her siblings crowded into her private work area. n.o.body had bothered to come in here before, why were they so desperate to jump in now?!
Still, the lure of the bags drew her in. What could it be? A new mineral or type of metal? It was possible that scouts and miners had turned up something new and unexpected in their explorations. The Colony refused to abandon expansion and search efforts during the conflict after all.